Weekend Getaway: Farting Breadsticks and Boobies!

Ok, so let me preface my blog by saying I had an amazing weekend with my friends in Panama City Beach, FL.  I had forgotten how much we laugh when we get together, forgotten how bad it hurts AFTER you've laughed that much, and forgotten that the ole bladder just ain't what it used to be after three children.  I remember now and still wouldn't change anything.  The weekend was perfect.

We drove down early on Saturday morning and listened to music, sang, talked and laughed.  We took sort of a back route and would have made it just fine in great time if we hadn't been talking and laughing so much we didn't pay attention and missed an exit.  And went 30 miles out of the way one way.  Yes, my dear readers, we wound up adding a whole hour to our trip because we were gabbing.  In between this time and the next thing to go wrong, I learn that my best friend's little girl thinks "boobies" is a curse word and will inadvertently yell it when something goes wrong.  Hilarious.  Google maps was wrong on the very last turn we were "supposed" to make, but instead we should've gone straight.  That added another 30 minutes or so.  UGH.  I've never had a good experience with any online map thingy.  They all stink.  So we're ready to get out of the car, start our vacation and enjoy some down time.  We were frustrated and I yell, BOOBIES!!! at a redlight.  My friend (who is a spin instructor at her local gym, I will henceforth refer to her as Spinster)and I died laughing and that's when I first remembered I was behind on my kegel exercises.  It wasn't the last time, either.

We finally arrive and meet up with a friend of mine that moved there (one of the reasons I chose to go to that particular beach, because she would be there, too.)  We shopped at the outlets in Destin, FL.  I had birthday money and some money hubby let me have to splurge.  In the first 3 hours I had powered through $120.00 and only had $40 left for the whole vacation.  Depressing, huh?  This is me at dinner looking sad and depressed at my spending habits:

This is the three of us at the Back Porch at dinner that night, an open air restaurant on the beach.  The picture was taken by a drunk woman whose "procession was porfessional photogracy".  I'm just impressed that we're all in the picture.

The next day we lounged in the pool, sunbathed, and took a walk on the beach.  While Spinster was sunbathing on the beach (not my thing with my fair skin), I look down from my balcony and see literal boobies.  A woman was topless next to the pool, boobies up.  Anyone watching probably thought I liked what I saw, but I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing.  I guess she was from Europe or something.  But then I see her top tied to the arm of her chair and I know I don't need new contacts.  GeeeYROSSS! I guess you could just say she was our mascot for the trip.

That night we went to see Nights in Rodanthe (don't waste your time, it sucks) and ate at Five Guys.  No snide comments about weight watchers, Jennifer.  I knew exactly what I was doing. ;oD  We walked around the new Pier Park for a little bit and then went back to the hotel.  On the ride back, Spinster decided to deem my friend from Florida officially one of us by farting in her new car.  Let's just say that nice new car smell I loved when I got in is no longer there...Welcome to the family, dear.  It only gets worse from here.

The next morning, unfortunately we had to leave, but Spinster and I stopped one last time down the road from our hotel to take some pictures of us on the beach.  Here is Spinster in all her glory...Here we both are; my pathetic attempt to refrain from asking the fisherman near by to take it for us.  I was afraid to chance what his "procession" was.

Then, when I talk to Hubby, he tells me Punky is sick with a stomach virus and throwing up.  It almost took an act of Congress to get me off that beach knowing I was going home to sick kids.  I obsessed the whole way home about it because I.hate.throw.up.  I'm phobic about it.  Luckily, Punky was feeling much better when I got home and was already in bed.  This morning, however, Chicken woke up with a fever.  This is what I found at lunch when I came to check my email and then returned to check on him...poor kid.

Oh, and farting breadsticks you ask?  Well, I'll just leave that one to your imagination.  What do you think it means?  Leave me a comment and we'll see whose closest.  Person's involved, you know who you are, can't give it up.

Too big for her britches...

Every service Punky and Chicken get candy from the "Candyman" at church.  There's the official Candyman and Candyman #2.  So sometimes, if they hit both of them up just right, both of my children can get up 4 pieces of candy before bed.  So Wednesday at church, Punky came walking up with a small york peppermint patty.

"Punky, you don't need another piece of candy.  Give it to, Mommy."  She places it behind her back and shakes her head, insisting that she has to eat it.  I'm walking behind her anyway, so I grab it.

When she's not looking I ate it.  Yes, I took candy from a child and ate it.

On the way home, she remembered I had it.  "I want my candy, Mommy."

"I ate it, Punky, sorry."

"No, don't eat it, Mommy!" she whines.

"Sorry, it's in Mommy's tummy."  After all, the kid needs to learn how to cope with disappointment.

She just looks at me and then wags her chunky baby finger at me and says, "No, don't do dat Mommy!...Daddy's going to spank you for dat!"

What just happened?

Ok, so I realize I'm totally a mom posting this.  But there has been MAJOR progress in our household.  As most of you know, I've been potty training Punky and having quite a struggle with her.  She just hasn't been interested in it much.  Up until recently, she's still been in diapers.  For about 2 weeks now, we've only been using diapers at night and naptime.  So she's doing quite well.  We still have an occasional accident, but I'm pleased with her progress.

So imagine my surprise when my 19 month old son comes into the bathroom and grabs his crotch.  I asked him if he needed to go potty (I've been letting him sit on it sometimes when he shows interest.) and he said UMMM HMMM!!!  So I put him on there.  I got books to distract him and as we looked at them he got really still.  The kid actually pooped in the potty.  He TOLD ME he had to go and HE DID IT.  I'm still in shock.  I'm just so happy.  He's not my little dum dum after all, HA!  Just goes to prove what kids pick up on when you don't think they're listening or watching.  As I've been potty training Punky, apparently Chicken's been secretly potty training, too.  Can I get a WOOHOO?!?!?!?!  Maybe he's more ready than I thought!

The countdown begins...

Well, technically, the countdown began the moment I booked our hotel on the internet, but it's really begun now.  I'm only three days away from an awesome weekend with my best friends and sitting on the beach.  No hurricanes.  No kids.  No bad weather, in fact it's supposed to be perfect.  Lots of shopping, lots of girl time, lots of sitting on the beach.  Of course, Murphy did intervene slightly when I got an email from a friend of mine who lives there and will be joining us for the fun.  It's biker weekend there.  Now, I can appreciate a good motorcycle.  Hubby has owned two of them and I loved them both, even though the goldwing was MUCH more comfy.  What I don't like is the rattails, leather, half dressed women and loud Harley's.  I mean, seriously, why do they have to be so loud?  Is it a man thing...you know, like my Harley is louder than your Harley?  I loved our Goldwing and its quietness.  In fact, it always reminded me of the sound the Jetson's space car made.  Just a little high pitched purr.  Perfect.

Hubby's first bike was sold for my engagement ring.  I definitely like my ring better than I did that bike.  It was a little one, one of those that people often get killed on and it was really uncomfortable.  The goldwing, which joined our family in the spring of our 2nd year of marriage was really fun but was gone by fall.  It was the cadillac of motorcycles.  I even fell asleep on it coming back from my best friend's wedding shower in TN, so that tells you alot!

Anyway, the biggest complaint about our hotel was that it was too far away from everything.  I'm hoping that will serve as a good thing with all the bikers and keep things relatively quiet around our hotel.  I guess we'll know in 3 days!  It should be fun, regardless.  

My, how time flies!

Man, the days are flying by lately.  This week has been nothing but busy.  A friend of mine and I are getting ready for a craft show to sell childrens hairbows.  It's going to be two weekends from now and with me being gone this weekend on vacation, I've really been trying to get everything wrapped up so I don't have to be rushed next week.  Next week will be filled with putting them on the card stock Hubby has so brilliantly made, making everything presentable and looking super cute.  I can't be bothered with finishing them up, so my goal is to finish everything up this week.  So that means probably not much blogging between hair bows and packing.

Chicken is still showing a lot of interest in the potty.  Punky is 98% trained on pee now and 50% on poop.  We're in panties full time now except during bedtime, so I'm mostly happy with her progress.

Cupcake slept through the night two nights ago.  I was really happy to get a solid 7 hour stretch for the first time in 9 weeks.  Last night I wasn't so lucky as she woke up at 4:45.  But she is stretching it out longer and longer.  I keep saying it, but I know she's getting close.  She's not growing as fast as my other two did (fat wise) so I know her body just isn't ready yet.  As she gets bigger, I know she'll sleep longer.  She's amazingly happy, always waking up with a smile for me.  She does this cute little crinkle with her nose when she smiles.  It melts my heart every time.  Even though she's not growing as fast as Punky and Chicken did, she's still growing in length.  She's in a solid 0-3 now but while it's big around her, the length is perfect.  She's been the biggest joy in her infanthood, although Hubby would disagree.  If she utters a peep, he says immediately that she's a horrible, fussy baby and he cant' wait until she's bigger.  Don't wish it away, babe, you'll be walking her down the aisle before you know it.

I've lost a total of 5 pounds on weight watchers.  I'm not exercising as much as I want to, so if I did that, I know it would go quicker.  But overall, I'm pleased that I'm at least able to lose  without exercising!  This way, I'm losing it based on how my life style is at the moment.  My biggest fear is that I will gain it back after I lose it, so hopefully the longer it takes to lose it, the easier it will be to maintain.  I hope...

Chicken Potty training?

Uh, yeah.  So I think Chicken is going to get the hang of potty training before Punky (who by the way just got done pooping in their pants, G.R.O.S.S).  Yesterday, I noticed he was grabbing himself and he came to me grunting.  I asked him if he needed to go pee pee.  He said, "Pee Pee!" and took off running to the bathroom.  I put him on there for a few minutes but of course he didn't want to sit on there very long.  After he got down and played for a few minutes, I smelled something.  It was Chicken.  I explained to him on the changing table that what he did was called poo poo.  And he repeated, "Poooooo poooooooo!" with his little lips pooched out (which is too cute by the way).  I'm wondering if the sensation he felt when he thought he had to go pee pee was him actually about to go to poop.

Then when I went in his room after he woke up from his nap, he looked at me and said, "Pooooo poooooo!"  Sure enough, the kid had pooped.  I'm all for getting him trained, too, if he'll do it.  I'm just not sure if he's ready.  He can say each bodily function and is showing interest in the potty since Punky has been training, but is he really ready at 18 months?  I know I'm ready to NOT buy diapers for either of them any more!

Both Chicken and Cupcake got their shots today.  They both did really well considering.  Chicken, as we were rushing in to the appointment because we were ten minutes late, went skidding on his knees and stomach in the parking lot.  Much to my chagrin, I fear it was because I was rushing him and I had all three kids by myself.  Everyone in the office was huddled around the check in window when I walked in, poor babying him.  Yeah, I'm a bad mother...so?

Other than that, things are ridiculously redundant around our house.  I'm actually having one of those days where I'm motivated to get the house cleaned and get things done today.  Hubby won't be home until late tonight, so I have some time to do it once the kids go down tonight.  WOOHOO!!!

EIGHT DAYS UNTIL MY WEEKEND VACATION, WOOHOO!!!!

Cupcake Learns to Talk

I'm not the type that thinks my kids are brilliant or the smartest kids to ever walk the planet, but this is pretty good for an 8 weeker.  Cupcake's been doing this since she was 5 weeks old and it tells me she's going to be an early talker.  What on EARTH am I going to do with TWO talkers?

Please ignore Punky in the background trying to get some attention for herself.  (As if she NEVER gets any!)  ;oD

Weekend update (belated)

So...still not exercising.  I've had my ipod for 5 days now.  Haven't even had time to think about it.  Seriously, how do women do it?  You're a super woman in my book if you find time to exercise with more than one kid!  Luckily though, I've dropped another half pound in the last day or so.  I'm convinced its the new Fiber One granola bars I've been eating.  One bar has 35% of your daily value and they're so good I'm eating at least 2 a day.  So, um...yeah.  Fiber is good for you...at least for your intestines, so I'm chalking up that half pound to the...um...side effects.  ;oD

I didn't update you on my weekend.  Hubby and I went four wheeling with his sister and husband and had a blast.  He was very nice and didn't do anything that scared me.  In fact, I was wondering when he was going to do something a little exciting.  ;oD  We road some trails through the woods behind our brother in law's house and jumped a few downed trees.  I drove once and almost tipped us over...ooops!  Hubby was hanging on for dear life.  It was just pay back for the rack on the back of the four wheeler that I was bouncing against over every.single.hole.and.bump.  I heard him yell as we rounded a corner on two wheels, "THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!!!!"  Of course I started laughing so hard I almost peed my pants and tipped us over.

But the funniest part of it all was BIL's reaction to the spider and their webs on the trail.  He's afraid of spiders (and seeing his hunting/four wheeling/macho self it's hilarious that he's afraid of a spider!) - so after he ran into a web or two on the trails, he grabbed a long branch with leaves and held it front of him to catch them.  Quite brilliant if you ask me.  Even if you're not afraid of spiders, it's gross to get the webs all over you!  At one point, he got too comfy the webs were all gone and lost the branch.  As we were crossing a small creek, he runs into another web and gets the web along with the spider on his face.  He turns around and screams, "AAAAHHHHH!!!!"  SIL hates spiders too, so we were sitting on our four wheeler, just laughing at them as they scurried around and freaked out trying to rid themselves of spiders.  Hubby and I seriously almost lost it.

Then we shot skeet.  Rather, everyone but me shot skeet.  I was all geared up the night before after watching the movie Shooter, thinking I'd be all Angelina Jolie shooting some, but once the guns came out, I freaked.  BIL is to spiders as Stephanie is to guns.  Yikes.  That was the first time I've ever been around guns and I have to say I wasn't too fond of it.  Especially when BIL wasn't paying attention and aimed the thing at me and SIL.  I saw me life flash before me eyes.  Surprisingly, SIL decided to target shoot some.  Seeing her and her little skinny self with a shotgun aiming looked surprisingly normal for her.  She's a girly girl, too, always looking her best (which is super cute) so it was neat to see a different side to her.  She's the Angelina Jolie, not me!  Go SIL!

It was great to get away for a little while.  Hubby was surprised I think that I agreed to go with him, even more so at how much I enjoyed four wheeling.  You can take the girl out of the country, but not the country out of the girl.  I was in my element being from a small town.  You don't see many four wheelers where we live now so it was nice to commune with nature some and get back to my roots!

Daddy...er...Punky Strikes again

So, remember how in a previous post, Punky took off down the road to take her "baby" for an afternoon stroll after Hubby told her to do exactly that?  Well....it seems as though I can't leave either of them alone for a second!

I ventured out this afternoon on a mad dash to get this week's groceries.  It was raining and I was rushing through Publix, trying to get it all done and be home before time to leave for church.  I'm about to get in line and my cell starts ringing.  Battery dead.  Ah, shucks.  I reboot phone, Hubby tries to call again.  I hit talk, it dies.  So I rush home, figuring he's just calling to verify Cupcake's next eating time.

"Guess what your daughter did," he says when I walk in.

"No telling," I replied.

He commences to tell me how after Punky wakes up from her nap, he gives her a sippy cup, a snack and turns on her favorite show, Blues Clues and he goes back to the computer to photoshop some newborn photos we just took for some friends.  He gets engrossed in what he's doing and when he comes back to reality realizes he doesn't hear her.  He searches all over the house and can't find her.  He's getting worried.  He's calling her, no answer.  He looks up and...

Punky is playing in the backyard.  On her new, TALL, swing set.

Now, of course this was all somehow my fault (*insert sarcasm*).  I drove Hubby's car instead of my van to the grocery store and didn't think to close the garage door as I was leaving.  So the ONE time I leave the garage door open, Punky finds her way outside and starts playing in the rain on her swing set.  What possessed her little toddler mind, we'll never know, but thankfully she was recovered safe and sound.  And I think it's safe to say she'll never try that again after Hubby was done with her!  Her swing set is VERY tall, one of those wooden ones with a tarp at the top that is very much over my head, so it's over 5'3 tall to just the floor of the top part.  My heart skips a beat just thinking about her being out there by herself.

And I guess I should mention there is also an electric fence behind our house where the farm land is that backs up to our property.  I've definitely got my work cut out for me when Chicken decides it's time for him to go outside by himself.  YIKES!

Seriously, it could've been me or Hubby that it happened to.  I'm on the computer some during the day, too.  Let's just hope none of them figure out how to undo a deadbolt anytime soon!

Wow, I blinked and the week was over!

So I let Punky get in the shower with me occasionally.  Yesterday she woke up early from her nap and I still had to get a shower because we had plans last night.  I let her get in with me.  I'm about half way done showering when I notice she's looking at my stomach.  I knew it was coming, but wow, sometimes I can forget how honest kids can be.  She grabs each side of my belly and squeezes, saying, "You've got a BIIIIIG belly mommy!"  Now, I still have several friends who are pregnant, two who are due to deliver any day.  One of those had been telling her she had a big boy in her tummy and Punky naturally remembers me being pregnant with Cupcake.  She doesn't understand that I'm not pregnant any more but I still have a big belly.  It's only natural that she sees what's left of my mangled body and makes a connection.  It's part of having kids, it's a price I would pay over and over again if it meant having my sweet babies with me.  But that doesn't take the sting out of words, even if she is two.  My biiiig belly is a sad sight.  Several inches of fat are left over from gaining so much weight before pregnancy, not to mention the extra skin I'm now carting around since Cupcake stretched me beyond repair (yet sadly I only have a handful of stretch marks, where's the justice?!)  I really am ok with it, but I still mourn the youthful body I used to have in high school, but don't we all?  Some just hang on to it longer after childbirth than others and mine is officially gone.  And since Hubby won't even let me talk about lipo or a tummy tuck, this is my lot in life so I have no choice but to accept it!  I guess I should just be glad I didn't have 6 babies at one time, then my belly really would be bad.  It can always be worse, right?

Anyway, away from all that depressing stuff, I'm the new owner of the brand-spankin' new Ipod nano (just released on Tuesday!).  I was actually the first to buy one at our local store.  The guy even had to dig them out of the box as they had just arrived.  It's really neat and easy to use and sounds great!  Now, if the weather would clear up (i.e. hurricanes would quit coming through), I might could give it a test jog.  I might could kill myself in the process, but I desperately need to get back in shape and listening to music will help take my mind off the inevitable pain.  ;oD

Also, yesterday I was laying on the couch and the kids flocked around me.  I wasn't feeling well and I told Punky and Chicken to "fix my hair."  (i.e. pamper me)  Chicken disappeared and I thought he wasn't interested.  Next thing I know, he's back in front of me with one of Punky's princess combs, combing my hair.  Now if you've ever seen their play room, you know that the floor is almost ALWAYS covered in toys and it's impossible to find anything.  How he found a little pink comb in the midst of all the tornado throw up I'll never know.  Punky was the one who wasn't interested and Chicken stood there combing my hair for a good five minutes.  It was so sweet even though its further proof that I MUST teach this boy some boy things.  He's got the energy of a boy, acts like a boy, but most definitely doesn't PLAY like a boy.  And his younger sister coming up isn't going to help matters much.  But at least he'll be a good husband and father, right?  RIGHT?!

On a side note, Hubby is dragging me off to go four wheeling tomorrow and there was even mention of shooting skeet.  Seriously?  Yup.  He's got a mean streak in him and I can promise you if he tries to throw me off or doing anything dangerous on the four wheeler with me on it, there will definitely be guns involved.  

Hotdog, I think she's got it!!!

Remember me blogging about how Punky was coming in our room several times at night?  Well, I'm beginning to think that was a developmental growth spurt.  Ever since I put her back in panties during the day, she has been great about going to the potty.  Only 2 accidents in 3 days and both of those were true accidents I feel.  

She tells me she has to go to the bathroom and I tell her to go ahead (she can do everything but wipe herself) and she takes off running.  She makes it to the bathroom and poor Punky turns around in the doorway to the bathroom and wails at me, "I pee peed, Mommy!" I felt so bad for her.  Normally she gets disciplined if there is deliberation on her part (it's clear when she CHOOSES not to pee in the potty), but she was truly distraught.  I made sure she knew it was just an accident and that happens.  She did good trying to make it on time.  I praised her and sat her on the potty and told her to try to put some pee pee in the potty.  The funny thing was, I thought she had already taken her panties off but when I went to clean her up, Elmo was staring back at me.  Oops.

Cupcake is growing like a weed.  The new formula definitely agrees with her more.  She's happier and VERY rarely cries.  She is still having constipation problems, but overall, I'm quite pleased with her level of fussiness.  Having an easy baby is...well, easy.

On a side note, it's only two and a half weeks until my weekend beach trip.  I'm so excited about going, I just know Murphy will conjure up a hurricane to head right for the one we're going to!  I am so excited about a getaway, so excited about sleep, and so excited about having some down time without being pulled in three different directions.  There is nothing more amazing to me than being at the beach and listening to the serenity.  I honestly can say if I was rich, I'd own a beach house and LIVE there.  I LOVE the beach, can you tell?

And still not able to exercise.  There is something going on every night this week.  I think after all that money I just spent on Weight Watchers, I'm going to be sorely disappointed at the end of the three months.  And I've got a stinkin' high school reunion coming up in the spring.  I MUST get down to my old size before then.  The last thing I want is people seeing how fat I've let myself get after I was 115 in high school.  It's embarrassing.  Maybe the new ipod coming out tomorrow will help me find time?  And let's pray Cupcake starts sleeping through the night soon so I can get up early and do it.  Thanks for all your suggestions, too. 

Should've worked harder...

Ok, in my last post I noted Weight watchers was a bust this week.  Instead of a bust, let me just say I completely blew it out of the water.  Instead of maintaining my weight, I GAINED.  Can you believe it?  If I had known I was going to gain, I would have enjoyed the week a little more!  As it stands, I'm disgusted with myself today.  

I asked Hubby if I could get an ipod yesterday.  I'm behind on the times and I know most 3 year olds now have one, but I never really had any use for it until now.  I need music back in my life.  I've always been musical, artsy and creative.  I LOVE a good cd and have many of them in itunes on our mac.  The only problem is I don't even have a cd player now to listen to the radio.  I think I would rather have that on than the TV most of the time.  And especially when I heard Gavin Rossdale's new song, "Love Remains the Same" (It's the song that plays on the commercials for the Biggest Loser and the new Nicholas Sparks movie coming out Nights in Rodanthe).  I fell in love and  just like that my love for music was reintroduced.  There's nothing that inspires me to do something more than good music.

So I say all that to say I'm convinced that if I could find time to exercise, the pounds would melt off.  AND if I had an ipod, I could enjoy it when I exercise on my own (because you ARE going to be home early enough this week, aren't you, sweety?!).  I've got to find a way to exercise with three kids...I thought about the double stroller and the snugli.  I'm still trying to figure out how I would work that one...The treadmill is no use with two curious toddlers.  I can just see Chicken getting on it while I'm jogging and flying across the room, or even better yet, UNDER the treadmill and coming back around as a little flat cartoon character.  It would be chaos although definitely a workout to keep them off of it. 

Anyone have any better ideas?  No gym's to join here...at least none that we can afford and I don't want to put them in a gym with daycare because of winter germs that are going to start going around soon.  HELP!

General Update.

Punky is a force to be reckoned with these days.  For some reason, she's decided she can come in our room at varying intervals during the night...you know, 12, 3, 5, 6, 6:30, 6:45 and 7.  She's getting her last molar so at first I thought that was it.  But it's continuing.  On and on.  I never in a million years thought my 6 week old would be sleeping better than my 2.5 year old.  Punky has never been any trouble with sleep.  She's always loved it just as much as I do except for recently.  It makes me wonder if I need to cut back on her nap, but I had so hoped to get at least a year with them all sleeping at the same time before I had to relinquish Punky's nap.  Even then, I still maintain it will be quiet time in her room until Cupcake is done with her napping in 3 years.  I don't think that's a stretch, do you?

Chicken is still worrying me with his speech.  I know, I know, he's a BOY and boy's are traditionally slower at learning to speak, especially since he's the middle child and after a girl.  Even though he's met his milestones, I still worry.  Punky was putting words together by 12 or 14 months.  He's 18 months and can barely say 20 words.  I try not to compare them.  I KNOW Chicken comprehends a lot of things.  He can point to almost anything I ask him about, follows directions well and is healthy and active.  It's just how long it's taken him to get to the few words he does know.  Maybe I should start sitting down with him more and teaching him.  Never too early to begin homeschooling.

Cupcake is having tummy troubles, although I think the formula switch we made is doing wonders.  I took her to the pediatrician yesterday just to talk with the doc about it all and she weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs 13 oz.  I can't believe she's already gained almost three pounds since birth!  She still doesn't look fat to me although I can see a few little creases where rolls will be, she just looks ridiculously long.  She's got long skinny legs and arms.  Her cheeks make up the most of her weight I do believe.  Anyway, we switched her formula to a lactose-free (sensitive) formula - not soy - and I have barely known she was in the house.  She had one little crying spell last night around midnight but put herself back to sleep after about 5 minutes (and I think that's because we were a couple of hours off on her reflux medicine).  She even slept a 5 hour stretch and I was able to hold her off all night without eating (with her pacifier.)  I do think she'll be sleeping through the night in another few weeks.  I can tell her sleep is getting straightened out because at precisely 7 at night she goes into a deeper sleep and doesn't really wake up again until sometime in the middle of the night.  I'm amazed at how well she's doing!  Let's just hope the tummy troubles are straightened out with this new formula!

Hope everyone is doing well.  I think this week on weight watchers has been a bust after the holiday and such.  Plus I still haven't gotten any exercise in.  I know now that's definitely the difference.

New Baby is New Baby no more

Cupcake:  They're little.  They're soft.  They're sweet.  You could eat 'em up.   They have icing.

It's New Baby's new nickname!  I picked her up and called her that today and didn't even think twice.  I knew it was perfect.  She's little.  She's soft.  She's sweet.  I could eat her up.  She's the "icing" on our family cake.  I knew it would come to me, but I expected it to be much later when she developed more of a personality.  But in only 6 weeks, I know "Cupcake" is the perfect nickname as her blog name.  Sooo....Cupcake it is.

Perhaps we could also chalk this up to me starting weight watchers last week and being insanely hungry...but I'm sticking with it...weight watchers and the nickname.   HA!